A/S/L?

21/M/Apathyville, State of Confusion, Earth

WLTM: Maker. Has much to answer for.

So I'm currently on pills, the list of possible side effects for which is as long as my arm; horrific birth defects (meaning I must remember not to get pregnant, and use at least two forms of contraception...), dry lips, nosebleeds, pancreatitis, brain swelling, photosensitivity, infections, depression, mood swings and suicidal thoughts to name but a few.

I'm blaming what happened this week on the meds. Because I never, ever thought I would manage to be stupid enough to try and drown myself. In half a litre of rum. On a completely empty stomach. In under half an hour.

Not big, not clever.

I've done more than a few foolish things in my time. This one ranks rather high. An especially frustrating day at work, on top of a lot shit happening re: humans, on top of me being idiotic, led to the thought: "I'm going to get drunk tonight". I suppose it seemed like a good idea at the time. After the first three double shots, I just took to swigging from the bottle (as you do...) and had soon drained it dry.

Now, friends will attest that I am no stranger to booze, and not a particularly lightweight drinker, either. But this was the first time I've ever vomited from alcohol, and it's probably a good thing I eventually managed to. Fortunately, I was still up for work at 6am, and true to form had no hangover today.

Ironically, it did make the world appear to be a better place, in a way; I hit rock bottom and bounced back up. C'est la vie. Realised I was being a twat.

Live and learn.

Oh, and I've promised not to kill myself while I'm on the pills. Just in case it's the chemicals doing my thinking.

=)